#witch jemma

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Mine

FitzSimmons, rated E, 5300 words

Summary: Fitz meets Jemma's friends and they end up liking him a little too much for Jemma's taste. She needs to make a point. Written for the @mcukinkbingo bingo square "branding". A big thank you to @libbyweasley for making my words better <3 "Are you sure it's okay for me to come?" Fitz asked as they drove up the alley leading to the impressive gothic mansion. Jemma rolled her eyes. "No, you're right, you probably shouldn't be there. We'll drive all three hours back home so that I can come back alone." "Jemma!" "No really, I didn't see it the first five hundred times you asked but now I do, I--"

Fitz cut her off with a finger on her lips and Jemma grinned. "It's just...it's a little intimidating. And I mean look at this place, you didn't tell me it was a castle!" Jemma had to admit it had taken her a while to get used to her friend Bobbi's property, which was admittedly more of a small castle than a mansion despite what she said, in the purest neo-gothic style with a large wooden door and small towers in the corners. She had inherited it from her grandmother ten years ago and, given the size of it, it had become the obvious meeting place for their coven. But she also knew that it wasn't what Fitz was really worried about. It was the first time he was meeting another witch and given that most of his prior knowledge about witches and witchcraft came from Harry Potter, she supposed he still half expected to be called a filthy muggle and sent away. continue reading on AO3

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A Life at the Witch’s Cottage

FitzSimmons, 2129 words, Rated T Summary: Jemma has been feeling a little weird and tired lately, not completely in control of her powers. And it takes the help of a talking cat and a ghost to finally come to the obvious conclusion. Part of my Witch!Jemma verse. Beta’d by the wonderful @libbyweasley and don’t forget to check out @2minutes2midnight‘s gorgeous moodboard that goes with it <3  Written for @aosficnet2 AOS AU August for day 11: Magic. Jemma woke up to the feeling of floating around and panicked for a second before she realized she wasn't in fact levitating but it was just Fitz carrying her. Her powers had been acting up lately, sometimes so weak she couldn't light a candle and other times so strong she made the doors and windows slam closed when she just wanted to blow a candle. But levitating in her sleep would have certainly been new.

"Fitz?" she mumbled sleepily, feeling so tired she had to fight to open her eyes and look at him. He was looking at her with the softest smile and pressed a kiss to the tip of her nose when their eyes met.

"You fell asleep on the couch. I didn't have the heart to wake you."

"What time is it?"

"A little before ten I think," he replied with an amused smile. She was usually the one who had to wake him up when he fell asleep on the couch, fondly making fun of his light snoring. She had always been a night owl. Most witches were, if not by nature, because it was practical. Everything was calmer and quieter at night and thus better to focus on spells or even elemental magic. But recently, she'd been going to bed ridiculously early. And it wasn't only at night. If she listened to herself, she would take take five naps a day.

"Ugh!" she groaned, letting her head fall against his chest. This was really nice though. If it wasn't for her strange symptoms, she could get used to it. After having had a short experience of extra magical strength, Fitz had started working out a bit more, even more since he'd moved here six months ago, and it was showing. His chest and shoulders felt wonderfully solid and he didn't seem to have trouble carrying her at all.

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A Night at the Witch’s Cottage, chapter 5/6

Pairing: FitzSimmons Rated M, 22,6k words (as of now) Summary: It's a dark and stormy night. On a deserted country road, Leo Fitz's old car breaks down, leaving him alone and without cellphone reception on the side of the road. In a nearby village, this is the perfect night for Jemma to practice her witchcraft in peace. They might have never met if fate, in the form of a very insistent crow, hadn't decided otherwise. Originally written for Promptober and beta’d by the wonderful @libbyweasley​ <3 This is almost the end :) After this chapter, there’ll only be a short epilogue that I will sometime before the end of the week! Hope you’ll enjoy these last chapters!  "So... do you have a special school or something?" Jemma mumbled something he didn't get against his chest and Fitz chuckled. After the spectacular sex, they'd fallen asleep half on top of each other and Fitz had been feeling like he was still burning up from the inside with desire and love. But after a while, they still had to pull the covers over themselves and had been cuddling in comfortable, sleepy silence since. Had she put a spell on her own bed as well for him to feel so happy, safe and contented like never before in his life? "To learn magic?" he added. "Is there a special place you go to or..." She grumbled lightly and wiggled until she could look down at him. "Have you ever taken the Jacobite train at Fort William?" she asked and Fitz's eyes widened. "No... but I've always wanted to." "Well, when you take it, there's a secret stop, right after the viaduct, that only witches know about. That's where the school is." "Really?!" Oh this was getting even more interesting. "Do you know that's the train they used in the Harry Potter movies?" "Of course, I do. Who do you think gave them the idea?" "You mean...""Yeah, hide in plain sight and all that..." "Wow... Really?"

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A Night at the Witch’s Cottage

A Night at the Witch’s Cottage, chapter 1/6 Pairing: FitzSimmons Rated M, 3700 words (as of now) Summary: It's a dark and stormy night. On a deserted country road, Leo Fitz's old car breaks down, leaving him alone and without cellphone reception on the side of the road. In a nearby village, this is the perfect night for Jemma to practice her witchcraft in peace. They might have never met if fate, in the form of a very insistent crow, hadn't decided otherwise. A Witch!Jemma AU set in beautiful Scotland.

Written for day 27 of @aosficnet2‘s Promptober. A big thank you to @libbyweasley for being a fantastic beta as always <3  I've been working on this one since before Promptober was announced and I am super excited to finally post it :) Six chapters are planned. The next one will be posted on the 31st and, after that, I guess it'll depend on how inspired I am :D Hope you enjoy :) The night was glorious. After such a long and hot summer and warm September, autumn had finally seemed to settle in Glencoe and Jemma was relishing it. This was exactly the kind of cold, stormy weather she had been dreaming of when she had moved from London to the small remote Scottish village three years ago. This had been how she felt the most focused to work on her special skills since she was a child. Her grandmother had always said that it was because the storm outside appeased the whirlwind of thoughts always turning around in Jemma's brain, helping her busy mind focus on the natural elements rather than the hundreds of thoughts always in there. And if there was possibly a more scientific way to explain it, Jemma had also accepted that, sometimes, a rather poetic explanation was the best thing she could get when it came to these things. Taking a deep breath, Jemma tried to empty her mind. She focused on the fire crackling in the hearth, the wind howling through the trees and raindrops hitting the window she was sitting by. She placed her hands on the desk, by her grandmother's old elements book and took a deep breath. Not that she needed the book or what was in it to practice but the smell and feel of it reminded her of the long hours spent in her grandmother's cottage, learning about her abilities, and helped her concentration. She slowly moved her focus towards the window and the latch turned with a loud whine. That part was easy. Then the window slowly opened. A light gust of cold air filled with the scent of wet grass and the jasmine growing under her window rushed in towards her and Jemma smiled. Slowly, she directed it towards the candle on her desk. The light flickered and died and Jemma directed it to the candles on the coffee table. The flames were smothered one by one until there was only the light from the fire left. Jemma focused her mind back on the window and was about to close it when she heard wings flapping loudly and a big crow landed on the windowsill. Jemma sighed and flopped back into her chair. "What is it?" she asked and the crow shook himself like a dog, sending water droplets everywhere, before cawing loudly. "In this weather? What an idiot…” Jemma sighed and moved her chair back before standing up. "The night had started out so well. Do you know how often I get a whole night to myself knowing I won't have to wake up insanely early in the morning?" Read the rest on A03

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A Night at the Witch’s Cottage, chapter 3/6

A Night at the Witch’s Cottage, chapter 3/6 Pairing: FitzSimmons Rated M, 13100 words (as of now) Summary: It’s a dark and stormy night. On a deserted country road, Leo Fitz’s old car breaks down, leaving him alone and without cellphone reception on the side of the road. In a nearby village, this is the perfect night for Jemma to practice her witchcraft in peace. They might have never met if fate, in the form of a very insistent crow, hadn’t decided otherwise. A Witch!Jemma AU set in beautiful Scotland.

A big thank you to @libbyweasley for being a fantastic beta as always <3 "Yes, I see... No, I understand, I'm sure you've done your best. I'll tell him and call you back to tell you... Bye Mack, talk to you soon." Jemma hung up the phone, a small smile on her lips. At least something was finally going her way. Since what had happened in the forest the previous day, Jemma had been racking her brain for a way to make Fitz stay longer without him getting suspicious about it. There were magical solutions of course, like simply making him sleep until she found a way to break the curse, but Jemma didn't like the idea of using magic on him. Not to trick him anyway. And he was brilliant and interesting, it would be a shame to have him in her home and not talk to him. And however cute he looked sleeping, she was pretty sure she would get bored at some point. But Mack had actually solved her problem for her. Due to Fitz's car being so old, the part Mack had to replace was hard to find and would take at best a week to get here from Russia. Jemma had no doubt that given the proper tools and materials, Fitz could probably make it himself or find a way around it but, fortunately, that wasn't the case. "Hey, was that your mechanic friend?" Jemma startled as Fitz entered the room behind her. He could be awfully quiet when he wanted to. "Sorry, I didn't mean to eavesdrop but I heard you say Mack and something about a car so I—" "Yeah, that was him," Jemma cut him off, turning around to face him, affecting a contrite expression despite her instinct to smile at his lovely fresh, out of the shower look with his skin a little flushed, eyes bright and hair extra curly.

"Doesn't look like a good news," he said with a light chuckle. "Ah no, you were right about what part is the problem and how old you car is."

"Oh."

"Mack says he can order it but it'll take a week to get here." "Ah well... guess it could have been worse," he said, worrying his lips distractingly before putting his hands on his hips as he started pacing. It was a mystery that someone with such nervous energy was such a gentle sleeper. She'd pretended to have to sleep in his room the previous night to watch over him because of his head injury. That excuse wouldn't be believable another night but, at least, that was one night she didn't have to worry about him falling off his bed and breaking his skull. Jemma took his arm and gently pulled him to sit on the couch, discreetly casting a comfort spell on it. Along with the cold, rainy weather, having him feel extra comfortable on the couch would certainly help convince him that there was no place better than her house. Continue reading on AO3

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A Night at the Witch’s Cottage, chapter 2

A Night at the Witch’s Cottage, chapter 2/6 Pairing: FitzSimmons Rated M, 8400 words (as of now) Summary: It’s a dark and stormy night. On a deserted country road, Leo Fitz’s old car breaks down, leaving him alone and without cellphone reception on the side of the road. In a nearby village, this is the perfect night for Jemma to practice her witchcraft in peace. They might have never met if fate, in the form of a very insistent crow, hadn’t decided otherwise. A Witch!Jemma AU set in beautiful Scotland.

Written for day 31 of @aosficnet2‘s Promptober. (For Free prompt day, I chose talking animals :D) A big thank you to @libbyweasley for being a fantastic beta as always <3 Jemma tightened her cardigan around her torso as she walked out of the house. The rain had stopped pouring sometime early in the morning but there were still dark clouds low in the sky and humidity in the air, and it would probably start again before the day was over. She went down the few stairs and turned left towards the chicken coop to see if the girls had laid a few eggs for so that she could cook an omelette. They found it gross that humans ate their unfertilized eggs but they had a nice big garden, a shelter that was always warm and dry and they knew they'd live a long happy life never having to fear for wandering predators. No fox in his right mind would dare trying to enter the witch's garden uninvited so, all in all, it was a pretty nice deal for them. Jemma gathered five big eggs, gave each girl a little head scratch, and walked to the vegetable patch to get a lettuce and a pumpkin for tonight's soup. As Jemma moved to the chestnut tree to see if any chestnuts had fallen off already, a black shadow moved in the corner of her field of vision and the next second it was rubbing against her leg, letting out a slightly raspy "meow". "Good morning Kira," Jemma said, smiling, as she scratched the tiny cat's head who rubbed her little face even harder against Jemma's hand. She flexed her front paws and her back before lying on her side in the grass and rolling around to flex her body even more. Jemma was sometimes jealous of the cat's natural flexibility. "I like him," she said, lazily looking up at Jemma. "You should keep him." Jemma rolled her eyes as she sank down on her knees to look for chestnuts in the high grass. "He's only been awake for a few hours. How can you know you like him?" "Smells nice. It's all over the house now." "Again, not taking dating advice from a cat. There's more to a man than how he smells." Although he did smell much nicer than he should have considering he'd been drenched in rain and unconscious in the mud for some time when she found him but that wasn't the point. She could point out that Edgar was right about his eyes being nice, although it was more their ocean blue color rather than their size that Jemma liked but she knew that would go over Kira's head anyway. "He likes you too, keeps blinking when he looks at you." "Again, not a cat," Jemma replied, rolling her eyes. "Still… he's smart for a human male. He trusts his senses. He knew it was you who carried him and he heard Edgar and Gus talk to you." "I guess you have a point," Jemma conceded. Continue reading on AO3